Two Doves and a Gun

First chapter of a book im writing

It figures it would end up this way. The flashes like messages from god, blinding my eyes as I see nothing and hear nothing.
You see, breaking into the one of biggest libraries in the world in the hopes to burn all the books probably wasn’t the best idea. Hey leave it to Chase though, I remember his exact words, “Fuck the past! The present is now! History is gone and we are the future. Forget all your lessons and textbooks, I mean hell we are already forgotten. History is ours and I say we burn it”
Now lying on the floor of the Library of Congress with gunshots and fire around me I say, “We are all dying “
And Chase bluntly tells me I’m not dying. I never noticed he has one green eye and one blue eye. I feel like an idiot.
The fire is spreading at about one book per 6 seconds. All it took was a rag soaked in a bottle of any alcohol above 90 proof which is 45 percent alcohol by volume and a lighter. You light the rag on fire and throw it, the results are quite enlightening with chances of instant hell, but I wouldn’t know this.
Fuck it, at least I get to burn with some of the greats. I’m definitely going down in history for this one.
This isn’t really how I pictured my funeral service. Being shot then cremated in a giant building compromising of about 130 million pieces of writing, with a shelf space of about 850 km (530 miles). Guns were being shot off in the distance in memory of me. Chase the one reading my eulogy in memory of me, “No arteries were hit and the bleeding is slowing down”. Bullet casings falling like tears.  
Each bullet flying through the air is unique. Individually grooved by the distinct barrel it came from. They say home is where your heart is. Tell that to a bullet.
You know security guards aren’t all fat and dumb like you would think. They are hardly as lazy as it seems. I mean, half these guys seem in good shape. Spending most of their days waiting for this moment to shine, this moment to shit their pants and have a story to tell.  
All the while I’m here bleeding like I’m a fresh deer.
“How the fuck were we going to burn this much stuff, Chase?”
He just looks at me and bluntly says “we don’t”
I hate how blunt he is. Just straight forward, hollow and to the point. Reminds me of a bullet, soulless. Half the time I expected to find the guy dead with a 45. Caliber bullet hole through his frontal lobe and out through his medulla oblongata. Causing his brain to stop and his body to lose all function and just die off. I’d explain him more but death is my friend right now.
You know when you think about seeing a dead body you expect to go into instant shock or something, but staring into what his names blanks eyes, right now, I could care less. I mean I don’t even know the guys name and he’s laying 20 feet from me non-existent. A life force with nothing to sustain it but the cold floor under it. He fulfilled part of the meaning of life I guess.
“Hey security guards, why don’t you go back to guarding nothing or just die!” Lace yells at them. That big ass British guy. Think his first name is Mertle or something weird but we just go by his last name “Lace”. Odd guy but has a nice temper and a big ass gun to match it. 357. Magnum packs quite a punch along with him. I never got in his way let alone his shadow.
We’re in the red sea and this floor is our clay. The fire is our Grim Reaper and everything is just a blur of the past. A speck of our future and our youth.
“Fucking mother fuckers and their fucking guns” Diem shouts out.
“Why don’t you turn it on yourself? You goddamn fuckers” Nice language he has, I think English is his second language. Swearing is his first. Come to think of it I don’t even know Diem’s real name, he’s just some tall lanky guy with a short Mohawk. I always wanted to ask him if he thought about putting Carpe before his name but I thought he might stab me.
“Take my soul into heaven and give me peace” I mutter to myself.
“You’re not going to die and God is not your friend” Chase say’s.
“He’s the last person I ever want to see and if the rumors are true eternal bliss is just a gunshot away” he said with a smirk as he started firing towards where the security was taking cover.
What do these guys plan to accomplish, I think that was the main subject for both sides here. We’re all particles of waste anyway. Pawns on a chess board of fire.
A bullet pings the ground along with yelling and a whole lot of smoke. Good thing I’m on the floor.
All in all it’s been thirty minutes since we’ve been in here and its fucking hell. A bunch of dead security guards, some dead guys that came with us that no one cares about or will miss. I feel like an asshole. Sirens are coming from outside, great means the cops are here now too, probably Swat. Be surprised if the fucking army didn’t show up. We might as well put up crucifixes and let ourselves burn on them. Least that’s what Chase thinks.
“We’re going to be gods among men” he says.
“This is our kingdom of Heaven here, our fiery haven, those cops outside can’t compare to our strength, our determination. 100 degrees of the future burns around us and they want to put us in jail. Let’s take them out of their own prisons. Welcome to home sweet fucking home”
He’s definitely mad. He’s definitely gone into his own world of Philosophies. He’s definitely my hero.
“When we die it’s like a soldier dying on a battle field, except no one will tell our families. They could care less when we were alive. In death it will be just like going back to your mothers being pregnant. They won’t know who you are.” Chase says.
Diem looks at him and says “My parents are dead, watched their car explode after I got thrown from the window. It’ll be just like walking home again.”
A bullet hits Diem and he spins around blood hitting his naked upper body and he lands face right in front of mine. His blood connects with mine. For a minute we’re one. The next I’m screaming for someone to get me the fuck away from him. They drag me behind a desk. Why didn’t they just do this in the first place?
While the other wing of the library is burning and the gunshots have stopped because most are dead and everyone is just hiding now we ask the simple question “What now?”
Sirens are like bird calls to me while the moon is my sunny day. What a glorious day. It’s a glorious day to end my life either way. It’s hard to tell when it started honestly. My life that is.
Birth. That wasn’t the beginning. It was the day I asked “why?”
Why am I here? Why is the sun so bright? Why do people destroy what they love?
We could have been the great philosophers reborn. That could actually be true.
I stand up with the tourniquet they tied around my waist and realize I’m not doing that bad actually.
And as I look over the death and fire all I want to do is conduct a symphony with these things as my audience. The fire would clap more.
Think the cops are about 20 minutes from busting in here and killing us. One quick carefully planned out bullet to each of our heads. We wouldn’t even know what happened after these tactics. Standard formations, tear gas, shoot to kill. Shoot to kill, live to die.
“I wonder what time it is in Dieppe right now. We should be around the time of the raid. Almost like a re-enactment of history only we’re the alleged bad guys.” Chase tells me to shut it and figure out what to do next. No time for history when you’re destroying it I guess.
They say your life flashes before your eyes right before you die. What about when you see someone else die? Can you imagine what their face must look like? All the hurt and love from their entire life in an instant. Their face must crumble. Tear gas is going in now. I can’t imagine my face right now. My heart crumbles with my face.